Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 33

Luke

"You have to be kidding me," I say, my face still in the pillow, as someone (one of my siblings) pounds on the front door.

"Daddy, someone's at the door," Beckham's up now. Great.

"Well it's probably one of your siblings right? And not a murderer? Either way I think this is something you should handle," Grant says, poking the back of my neck bravely.

"You're indestructible. I did a spell. I have explained that to you," I say, not getting up.

"Yes and I appreciate it even if it was weird and I am absolutely not going to test it, please? You're the big strong man? That's why we have you?"

"Oh really?" I ask, sitting up and kissing him.

"Please Daddy I'm scared," Beckham says, crawling into Grant's lap.

"Fine but if it's one of my siblings prepare to see a dead thing get punched," It's gotta be Hector. No he'd appear in the house and start making coffee. He's creepy like that. Della? No probably not.

"I don't have any booze, Basil, go away," I shout, before I open the door.

"Is that really how you answer your door?" my dad, being judgmental.

"Do you really not have alcohol or were you saying that for Basil's sake?" Helen asks, coming in past me.

"It is how I answer the door at three in the fucking morning---four in the morning----Helen what are you doing here? Don't you have---kids--?" I sigh as they come in.

"Hello," Grant says, coming down carrying a machete and the kid.

"What did you think that was gonna do?" our dad asks him.

"I don't know!" Grant says, innocently, putting it down.

"Look, if he's incapacitated and can't defend you---you're sure as hell not gonna accomplish anything holding a damn toothpick like that. Put the kid down we need to correct your stance—"

"Nope, not doing that right now, focusing on why you woke me up two hours before I have to get up?" I sigh, guiding my dad away from my husband.

"Basil struck me with lightening," Helen says, sitting down at the table to pout. She's wearing sweats and one of Basil's blue sweatshirts.

"And what did you do prior to that?" I ask.

"And now we're here because she wants to be comforted by someone who isn't me and we're doing what she says," our dad says, picking up Beckham who was tugging on his shirt.

"Is that monster blood on your coat?" Beckham asks.

"Yeah, you want to taste it?"

"Nope," I snatch the child away, "He's not fucking doing that-----Helen, my third favorite sister----what is it you want me to do right now?"

She flips me off.

"I'm sorry that must have really hurt and been upsetting would you like to talk about it or be distracted?" Grant's really good at comforting people it's basically how I got him and why I kept him.

"You're nice. Why do you stay around my stupid brother?"

"I said if we went here we weren't gonna bicker," our dad says, getting coffee fuck me we are staying up aren't we?

"And where are all of your kids?" I ask.

"With Basil, he took them," she sniffles.

"Which we're cool with because you don't like them, right?" our dad asks.